"nightscape" poems
The road behind bares us a backdrop, too many nights find us fractured in our thoughts and the dreamers we once were are far from the two people who stand today.
We're broken, mere splinters of our shipwreck past, driftwood on a shore that drowns every time the ocean breathes.
The path is littered with slaughtered dreams that didn't bleed.
As time and tide wait for no man shall we find it a tragic scene?
simply erased with the sunsets demise?
No one gets away without a scar and mine speak a road map to chaos
and a found hello to you.
Mine own scars are fingertips
gouged into the sand and faded
but salted by tears of the ocean, inerasable by the tide.
A soul washed up upon the shore, a road map etched delicately into fine bones.
You can trace where I'd been before. All roads lead to your hello.
In broken lines and have uttered phrases and one too many empty night.
Backdrop of chaos does paint in the darkest colors you could ever imagine .
How does it gets so flawed by our own creations and vices my dear?
Does it still ring ever so true?
The bell rings true whispering distant voices
Empty nights are just bottles lined up as dead soldiers
We contemplated our own truths and fell victim to our own vices
The backdrop is black, no colour beneath skin.
Honestly? Where does our downfall begin?
Two ships underneath the nightscape past the spark once understood the flame and nothing more .
In empty alleys, like cats to prowl, we find our moments, and then bury our thoughts to lay for no others to see.
half written papers and half heard conversation the keys of the piano haunt the silence as myself shadows that still remain.
Nothing is but a thought and those are like dead flowers laid to waste a reflection of far better times
The night crawls to meet the day as it has so many times before.
The thought of the minds bottle lay empty upon the table.
A fond farewell is but a sugar coated goodbye.
And I seldom have minced my words to mask their sting.
The page forever bleeds.
Pages that lay scattered on a ***** floor
Bleeding ink into cracks
that will forever more
hide the spirit of our souls.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC
You're a starlight I caught myself gazing at,
I can paint you with colors of the night.
Looking out the window
You're that star in the sky
That shines the brightest.
So elegant, I can see your slight twinkle
Like you're doing your own dance.
I can almost see it now,
How when I see you,
My self, deep inside
All I want to do
Is join you in that dance.
Behind these walls I'll stay
And fall into this trance .
I'll gaze at you and weep
My soul is trapped,
No wings of freedom
No joy to make me leap.
With every passing moment
I paint you with the colors of the night.
I know every star that adorns the sky
Every diamond that dots the nightscape.
But in this cage I'll sit and watch
You're the one star I wish upon,
Every night.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
The nagging sleep claws into pink flesh begging it's death-like manner into a call to action
Biting cold with the death dream, fickle imagination setting fire to decency
And the little dreams dance about in your head, mad children lurking, orphaned-
Then the rattling of the rafters with the years behind,
Their black mess still lingering-
Feeding off the disease cast aside
Poor dream,
The ugly nightscape has been sobered up
The pangs were left in poverty
No I do not need your fetishes..
And the parasites flee
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
It's stories above where the butterflies rustled,
Whirring between the lights in aeolian bustle.
I'm smiling spritely at a neon halo,
While my organs writhe in jacqueminot El Niño.
Wading the nightscape with a glitched simper,
I could not change nor attempt to tinker,
Just breaching the moments passing to linger.
Fingers, then palms, then lips, then black,
Then for a few seconds the world collapsed.
A breath, a sip, some wit, I'm back.
Shed the murky vision of captive cataracts.
And now,
The sylph saunters in epitomized elegance,
And I've buckled on the inside to the resonant reverence.
I follow the fragrance in her wake as paralyzed sedatives,
And anything I might say could only lack eloquence.
Then magnanimous mantras attract exact,
It seems way down the rabbit hole I've finally met my match.
There's a mesh of flesh, a smooth caress,
Then I wake and realize these were not visions yonder death.
Particles of my brain erupt,
I can't explain away the unfading elation of touch.
Every pose palatial down to the pixels,
I'd gaze deep in the sheen of her mind gleaming as crystals.
Her eyes open like daybreak in flashes,
Sunstreaks glint over the horizon of her lashes.
There's morning songbirds behind the taste of coffee,
I think she's figured I'm just a well decorated softy.
Unveiling my most human of contentions stripped to the eclipse of logic,
My former self laughs in tones pitched sardonic.
Euphorically strumming at gossamer heartstrings,
Etched in the fabric as sakura carvings.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
the last time i flew
it was daylight
i didn’t look out the window.
now
i look outside and see
a thousand lights;
and each light is
a thousand souls
burning against
the
gaslamp yellow nightscape.
clouds provide a familiar metaphor
yet those nightshade souls still glimmer through
where the cotton grey
is weakest
shining
as i like to imagine they will always shine
even though i know
that always is a relative term.
once in Tokyo i had the perfect drink
like electric moonbeams
and violets
and secrets soaked in gin.
i taste it here
in the recycled air above the nightscape
while viewing the souls
that may or may not be
the remnants of fevered dreams.
listen with me
if we’re very quiet, we can hear
the faint strains of
tokyo jazz
filtering through the soft thrum
of wheels and
motorized air
and a crying baby that’s never tasted
the smoky sweet burn of gin and juniper.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 12:02 PM UTC
I was afraid.
Terrified, even
paralyzed
with fear.
But that’s all
gone now.
Like a vapor
scattered
on the breeze.
Happiness
traces back
to only one,
for me.
She’s so
beautiful
and strong,
and her hair
is soft and red
like a fox’s.
Oh how
I love her.
Beyond words.
More than
every contour
of every leaf
on a forest,
fall yellow
like an oil
painting.
More than
the sudden
spasmodic
fits of gentle
laughter
that make my
entire upper
body vibrate
like one huge
drumhead.
More even
than the
hidden,
distant stars,
sparkling
imperceptibly
through the
misty clouds.
She makes
my arms twitch
with excitement,
my body aching
to embrace
her and hold on.
With her head
on my shoulder
this world really
does seem so
much brighter.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
The dark purity of the night, I lustily sought,
to juxtapose it with the exhilaration filling in me
seeing her lush,nude body's eager anticipation.
Each cell comes alive, in her libidinous embrace,
Her erogenous silken touches,blends with the satin sheen
of sheer black cover darkness unfurls one end to the other,
the dreamy lighted spots, embellish the nightscape's opulence.
Night, anointed us with the fluence of love, when our supple bodies,
entangled in the bed till we drunk slept, blissfully lost the world.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
stormless nightscape
neon lightning
car-thunder and auto-hum
the dark doldrums
sky scrapes
violence even in brightest daytime
the city is
its own weather system
tempestuous / slum
lashing / victims
of architecture: humans undone
slithering, slithering
we, slugs of no sun
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 8:20 PM UTC
Barreling through town
in the depth of night,
earth’s colossal magnets
hurled jagged fire spears -
flashing and ripping the midnight sky.
Whirling torrents whistled
and lashed against the glass.
A blinding fire bolt
Shattered an old rock maple -
quaking our shelter to its footings.
Cosmic strobe-lit concussions
stuttered and roared across the nightscape
like a feral timpanist gone mad.
The frenzied cacophony
subsided at last -
rumbled off in the distance
as the storm lumbered on
like a barbarian horde
off to sack another village.
July, 2007
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
I know the place where the clouds collide
And the oars are lightning bolts
That you use to steer through the starry skies
When the milky way tide sends your cumulus boat
On a whirlwind through the night
I know the place where the moonbeams are carved
And then cast into the sky
To light your path on the nightscape sea
As you race through your nightmares
And drift though your dreams
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
Oh I wish I could dream
neath a nightscape disaster
frowning entanglements
formed in these eyes
Fractured endeavors
from here till tomorrow
born of this heart
atop stagnant steam skies
Dripping of sense
never once fond of finding
answers in deep
as the quicksand holds on
Sinking this man
into unknown decisions
raking his soul
crossed the oncoming dawn
Painting a picture
in oils on canvas
clear as a bell
ringing quick to it’s toll
Clutching this throat
deterring all breathing
dropping the fear
ever hard on his soul
Grabbing a thread
and a rusty old needle
stitching this mouth
so to no longer speak
Draining that blood
pulled from fingertip prickings
crimson expense
slowly rendering weak
Watching the fall
from some higher up places
chuckling loud
at the sound of his scream
Checking a pulse
in an emptiness feeling
waving goodbye
Oh I wish I could dream
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
A cat jumps around in the moonlight,
Scared a little sparrow.
A peony flower opens,
her white dress blushed.
A swarm of bees came and went,
Flowers were being embroidered.
A frog is playing the music,
A white lily danced with joy.
A princess on the lake smiled,
Lotus around like knights.
Gently lying in the arms of the water,
Splash! a group of goldfish jumped out.
It's a beautiful paradise.
The moon drew a priceless picture.
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
The road behind bares us a backdrop, too many nights find us fractured in our thoughts and the dreamers we once were are far from the two people who stand today.
We're broken, mere splinters of our shipwreck past, driftwood on a shore that drowns every time the ocean breathes.
The path is littered with slaughtered dreams that didn't bleed.
As time and tide wait for no man shall we find it a tragic scene?
simply erased with the sunsets demise?
No one gets away without a scar and mine speak a road map to chaos
and a found hello to you.
Mine own scars are fingertips
gouged into the sand and faded
but salted by tears of the ocean, inerasable by the tide.
A soul washed up upon the shore, a road map etched delicately into fine bones.
You can trace where I'd been before. All roads lead to your hello.
In broken lines and have uttered phrases and one too many empty night.
Backdrop of chaos does paint in the darkest colors you could ever imagine .
How does it gets so flawed by our own creations and vices my dear?
Does it still ring ever so true?
The bell rings true whispering distant voices
Empty nights are just bottles lined up as dead soldiers
We contemplated our own truths and fell victim to our own vices
The backdrop is black, no colour beneath skin.
Honestly? Where does our downfall begin?
Two ships underneath the nightscape past the spark once understood the flame and nothing more .
In empty alleys, like cats to prowl, we find our moments, and then bury our thoughts to lay for no others to see.
half written papers and half heard conversation the keys of the piano haunt the silence as myself shadows that still remain.
Nothing is but a thought and those are like dead flowers laid to waste a reflection of far better times
The night crawls to meet the day as it has so many times before.
The thought of the minds bottle lay empty upon the table.
A fond farewell is but a sugar coated goodbye.
And I seldom have minced my words to mask their sting.
The page forever bleeds.
Pages that lay scattered on a ***** floor
Bleeding ink into cracks
that will forever more
hide the spirit of our souls
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
.
Stars in patterned sequence
glisten above a slumbering horizon,
rough cut diamonds,
glowing facets of nightscape sparkles,
as I sit silently peering upon
these flickering destinies
neath shadowed trees slow dancing
to a gentle breeze’s melody
I watch as my thoughts escape,
enchanted visions floating
like luminescent butterflies
ascending to each precious star,
carrying my unending love
upon moonlit wings embellishing
an evening sky of wonder in
fluttered phrases expressing...
my infinite universe is you,
a perpetual existence
breathing between silhouettes
of heart shaped heavens
and desires glittering on
comet tail dreams, for each wish
I cast upon this radiant sky
is that you truly love me
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
~
O’ thee, my precious shimmer’d feather
O’er loves sweet glow thou sketch my smile
Doth bring a’ breath, euphoric weather
Come lay with me a midday while
Yon field a’ bloom o’er windswept dream
‘pon wings of bluest azure skies
A’ rest these banks long trickling stream
Whilst find my gaze ‘pon cascade eyes
Thou art my spring, pure woven bliss
Lest not a day forth bid we fare
That I’ve not felt thy petal’d kiss
O’ scent’d touch neath moonlit glare
For I, of lonesome nightscape sleep
Doth find thy beauty, savor’d charms
A’ shine ‘pon me O’ feelings seep
Star shower’d dream within my arms
Lo hallow’d ground o’er whisper’d breeze
Neath flowing chinaberry vine
As witness’d, firefly ‘dorned trees
O’ thee forev’r to be mine
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
*
As twilight sighs
neath moon shadow patterns,
my longing heart beats
in perfect cadence
with the universe,
creating constellations
on a silent nightscape
shimmering luminously
of my love for her*
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
I almost forgot you-
and then it hit me as I sat
staring out the window,
searching an empty nightscape.
Recollections of your tenderness
soothing me from echoes of your voice
and the lightest touches of your hands.
I wanted them on me
and I wanted you near me so badly
I was willing to pay any price.
Intoxicated, stumbling from shadow to shadow-
quietly, quietly so not to be heard.
Sneaking sideways into rooms
covertly, covertly so not to be seen.
A whole spring to spring romance
hidden beneath facades we both struggled to maintain
in our appropriate adult lives that
were killing us slowly from the inside.
And then you were leaving with her-
I was staying with him.
And I was jealous and heartsick
to realize I was just your passing phase
of hunger for passion, not where your heart lived.
It’s to my credit only I never let you have me,
and I can go on knowing I will always be your siren;
But you will never be mine again.
A new ring on my finger promises
a love I have never known and one I knew
you could have never given me.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
.
Lush surroundings of
emerald nightscape valleys
upon moonrise silhouettes,
play my imagination
in f-sharp compositions
and bar chord desires
as I slip off into
the soft acoustic melodies of
another mesmerizing evening
lost within the concerto of our love
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
I wished you before
under a cracked star
under a nightscape
My eyes. Closed
Shut tight. Locked windows
I wished us together
Phantom lover
I wished us driving
to places alone under
cycles of Moon
playing and dancing like birds
Cradle my wayword bony curve
in your safe space
If you were sour
I'd excuse because
like mommy always said
" If he's mean, that means he likes
you."
But a heart-shaped bruise
is still a bruise
And I'll always be little spoon
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
My creature tears up suburban nightscape on a bike
Activate: punk rock soundtrack
Do you have the headphones equipped?
He lost his driver's license
******* idiot
It's still fun though,
I have every intention of Infecting this area
You'll receive a cordial invitation from my lips
I'm imbued with the coming sensation
I just want the soundwaves to hit my stomach
I just want to cast my colors out into the world
And here they go one by one
It's gonna ring from ear to ear
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
If you could feel what I can feel,
Sleep would be kept from you too,
Watching the sheep count my dreams,
Waiting for the rain to start,
Torn into pieces before the dawn,
Phantoms twitch into life,
They watch me squirm on the edge of a knife
Imaginary tunes ring in my ears,
Dancing round the room held up by strings,
Never ending words upon a canvas soul,
fluttering ribbons on a maypole,
Waiting for the clocks to laugh,
The mists of time choke my breath,
If you could feel what I can feel,
Sleep would be kept from you too.
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
A blurred up nightscape
Brushing past the eyes
Wind rolling through the windows
And the tears way past dry.
The old V8 knew it's way
The past, present and dust on the trail.
With the Sun starting to set
The horizon came near, in the distant mile.
But still afar,
From the place
In the mirror by my side.
Or so I thought.
That evening had it's beauty
The sky was clear and the road empty.
The dial on the speedometer started to rise
As I gave it all to get past this
Last mile.
I just didn't wanna look in the mirror.
Her arms waving to me
For one last time.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
Take my hand
while we walk this dreamscape
this nightscape
trading minutes for something
near extraordinary
more costly than time
an infinite moment
with no rhyme
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
A summer night's skyscape
Such beauty, contrary breath-take
Heaven's make
Starlight's stake
God's gift
Nightscape
May 19, 2023
May 19, 2023 at 4:59 PM UTC
A careless comment made without a second thought.
A whim with hidden selfish intent.
Saying you'll listen, but stopping me as I start to speak,
Unable to look into my eyes as I weep.
Only liking me when I'm smiling and energetic.
You say that's not true, but look at your actions.
What's your voice really saying?
Shaken and scared, I ask you to comfort me.
Picking and choosing my words carefully, as you fail to understand the meaning.
Seeing how insignificant myself and others are,
Why do I keep trying when their true faces are so ugly?
"Don't judge a book by it's cover", yet beauty has nothing to do with intent.
The colors I try to paint turn into a black puddle seeping at my feet.
"Isn't it beautiful?" I ask. They nod, not even acknowledging the hidden message.
Upon returning home, I set the canvas ablaze.
"No one listens when I truly speak what I mean. They want a grey lie, constructed carefully with a trying smile, not this ugly black sin.
All of them.
All of them.
"I'm listening."
"I'll be there."
"You're safe."
"You can trust me."
"I love you."
Withdrawn, I humor your words with an analytical expression.
You deny any subtle suggestion of fault, pressing further down the rabbit hole I've expelled you from, and yet you wonder why we aren't close.
I lose my patience and break you off, returning to a slumber where I choke from a lie that truly hits my core.
You, the only person who truly matters,
taken away in a squad car when we had just stopped for ice cream.
These unfamiliar faces take you away, saying it's unacceptable.
I reflect as I wait for your trial, trying to break you free.
I realize that this world must be wrong, with it's gaze cast full of judgement.
My eyes cloud with tears as I realize my sins, my hypocrisy.
I'm no better, yet I can't help but scream as they take you away.
Do I really have a right?
This hatred I have for those who pin the vulnerable,
The unacceptable.
Are my actions really any different?
Shaken, I focus these inward emotions into an explosion.
The red on the canvas fades to black, and I camouflage into the city nightscape.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC